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Mind Tabernacles
- Weathers rainy feathers every 11 years
- Conspicuous leathers from cattle’s in Heavens ears
- Erase the fears that we share and bear
- Cheers and jeers, cruel love and mercy for the peers
- The wheel steers with ease just like well demanded factories
- And the canopy that that sweetens up the over rotting cavities
- Red herring, eyes glaring and hazings fallacies
- Perform miraculous samurai swings with mastery
- Mastering styles P, regrettably embedded the wackeries
- Whack minds that don’t consume this masterpiece
- All of them layed down like AA batteries
- Coverts the calaires to unlock special salaries
- So when we turn heads sideways it demonstrates the galloping of galleries
- Fetishes of the tennis and confederates become allergies
- The dark and dead horse reimagines their destinies
- And continues to positively influence the casualties
- Readings from the lost books of the Holy Maccabees
- Doesn’t seal the squeals of the killed who shifts act ivies
- Car in E but you still laying in puddles of the wicked
- War of Aggression filtered through the ideological landscape of Christians
- Wishing the Lord could pay me another Christmas
- To save me from the worlds new world order is on the wish list
- But as I breathe chichless with anger as my fitness
- I sit on this pedestal and hold pedigree til I magically become gifted
- And it’s all conspicuous, unfair life of the indigenous
- But generate the markings of the new ignitions
- Convert the ones on hit list to forgive the ones who risked it
- And the other corner of the corona wanna face it
- Having flavourful combinations from Kool Aid facing condensation while having conversations with constellation
- Sanded laces and face lift fabrics from the race relations
- Team of the segregationists have fallen apart into abortionist
- And unfortunately that is torcherous
- And horsemen equipped on forgeries list
- Shit, pics of the sin, divided young men
- Just to implement the shark fins
- Of the water, where’s your daughter
- That’s slaughter if you really wanna
- What aroma does my clothes give Mr Marajuana
- As I phone the number written on the corners
- It takes me to a place where I tie up my thoughts and place them in a stoner
- Or two, fools of the gold, cool and the froze
- And roofs that show, trig conversions
- Snowed shaky serpents
- What am I saying? I’m not playing
- That’s basically what I’m paying
- The price of the Sayain
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